Michael,
Well, I'm sorry then, Michael, but as it happens I've got more important things occupying my mind than the signals you're sending. I know that sounds terribly rude, and I'm really quite sorry about that, but it's the truth, plain and simple. If you're so desperate for me to know what you mean why don't you just tell me plain out? Would that not make everything so much simpler?
How do you mean by 'awkward'? Are you gangly and gawky? Can you not dance very well? I'll have you know many of us females find those traits somewhat endearing. Though it really does all depend on who it is that's doing it.
Help me figure you out, Michael. Just help me, that's all I'm asking.
Sarah
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Remember Me, Sarah
Teen FictionSarahlynn McArthur was not expecting the news that her mildly-estranged Aunt Matilda had passed away when she sent a letter to her. She also was not expecting to receive the news from a young man named Michael. Perhaps the thing she was expecting th...
